“Actually, I just moved here a few years ago when I was appointed as Area Leader. I grew up in Boston,” he said as he took a left and the car neared the hospital.
“Oh, another town very important to our US Revolutionary War,” Cadence noted.
Christian was smirking at her again, and Cadence couldn’t help but ask what was so funny. “Nothing,” he replied
Andrew’s team often had luck catching up with Compliant Vampires at a night club called The Zone, which was a little off the beaten path. They found that Compliants naturally stayed away from the trendier night clubs where the Rogues were more likely to hang out, and while walking into a bar full of Rogues was no big deal to Cadence and Aaron, they knew that Giovani wouldn’t be there and that none of those Rogues were going to talk. So, they found themselves mixing it up with the locals at The Zone—on karaoke night.Eliza had arrived in town a few hours before, and while Cade
Most of the team members looked around at each other, waiting for someone to speak up. “Ah, I can’t carry a tune in a bucket,” Meagan sighed. “But I’d cheer for you!”“Well, before we get too distracted by the karaoke, did anyone get any useful information?” Aaron asked, running a hand through his hair as if the thought of singing in front of everyone made him more anxious than facing a legion of Vampires on the battlefield.
Cassidy was asleep. On his shoulder. Her hair smelled like coconuts, and she made sweet little moaning sounds every once in a while—like a sleeping kitten. Like a beautiful, sleeping kitten.Brandon had been tempted to fish his phone out of her pocket—or fish her phone out of her pocket. But a promise was a promise, and he had decided against it. He was bored out of his mind, however, and not at all tired. So, he found himself reading a paperback he found in her bag by the dim overhead light. It definitely wasn’t his usual genre, but it was better than sitting here staring at
Gibbon was sucking so vigorously on the nurse’s throat, Giovani was certain this would be the last time they would use her. She had done well, though, considering how much blood she had lost at the time they brought her in. Though the detective probably had another day or so in him, Giovani made a mental note to send out his minions to procure more reserva. If Gibbon continued his training so well, he would need more rewards.Pulling his face away from the neck of the now deceased nurse, Gibbon began to laugh manically, blood dripping down his face. With each feeding he grew str
Getting off of the train had been a bit like getting out of prison, and Brandon couldn’t wait to get outside in the fresh air. The last rays of sunlight were visible above them shining through the towering glass windows of the Thirtieth Street Station, and while he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Cadence and Aaron, he was ready to get on with his fate.“I have to pee,” Cassidy said, actually doing some sort of a potty dance as she spotted a restroom sign down the lengthy hall.
“What do you want us to do?” Eliza asked as she sprinted toward the bridge.“Split up. If she’s going to Cira, it’s got to be because Giovani’s over there,” Aaron replied. “We should be on scene in less than five minutes. Slow them down if you can.”
Preston and Howard stood between Giovani, Zabrina, and their new prisoner, weapons drawn, with Meat behind them. Once Cadence’s hands were secure, Giovani pulled a black, cloth bag out of the pocket of his long black duster and slipped it over her head so that she couldn’t see. She could still hear her sister crying, and she could see her laying on the floor now, Brandon over her, each time a teammate with an IAC looked in her direction. Now that Zabrina was no longer holding her, Cadence could clearly see a deep red cut down the inside of Cassidy’s upper arm.“Our ride
Cadence usually dreaded waking up when something bad had happened; she hated that space between wake and dream when she knew she was on the precipice of pain but couldn’t quite remember why. This time, things were different, however. When she awoke, she had no recollection whatsoever of what had happened or where she should be, not until she tried to roll over. Then she realized her hands were restrained, and it all came crashing back around her. She opened her eyes to find herself in a poorly lit room laying on what appeared to be some sort of antique gurney, her hands strapped down beside her. She was thankful the bag was gone from over her head, but the scene around her was not a welcome sight.